Off The Map Script
The summer my father
was depressed...
...the face of our Lord Jesus Christ
appeared on a tortilla...
...at the Taos Junction Caf.
It hung on a nail by the door,
and pilgrims came to bear witness.
Maria, who saw the face emerge
and fainted dead away...
...wanted to shellac it
to preserve it for all eternity.
It was a wish of vanity...
...for shed hoped only to extend
her newfoun
A silver throwing-bird is chosen from a weapons array. Gloved hands lift a black eye mask. Tunic armor CLICKS shut, turning to reveal the chest-borne insignia of a Robin.
INT. BATCAVE
BATMAN - CLOSE
Emerges from his costume vault.
WIDER
Deeper excavation has doubled the size of the cavern.
New state-of-the-art computing systems flash. Surveillance screens monitor news and police FREQUENCIES. Crim
1492: CONQUEST OF PARADISE
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by
Roselyne Bosch
REVISED
September 23, 1991
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FADE IN:
CREDITS AND MUSIC OVER:
INT. AUDIENCE ROOM - GRANADA - DAY
We start on a mans elegant slipper. He is seated in a
splendid chair. Moving up the stocking leg, we pass the
garter of Castile, coming to rest on a pair of delicate
hands. His fore finger impatiently plays with a large
topaz ring. Over this, we hear
-- TERMINATOR 2 SCRIPT --
1 ext. city street - day 1
Downtown L.A. Noon on a hot summer day. On an EXTREME LONG LENS the
lunchtime crowd stacks up into a wall of humanity. In SLOW MOTION they
move in herds among the glittering rows of cars jammed bumper to bumper.
Heat ripples distort the torrent of faces. The image is surreal,
dreamy... and like a dream it begins very slowly to
dissolve to:
2 e
Hamlet Script
Hamlet, think of us as of a father...
for let the world take note:
You are the most immediate to our throne.
And with no less nobility of love...
than that which dearest father
bears his son...
do I impart toward you.
Though yet of Hamlet
our dear brothers death...
the memory be green...
and that it us befitted
to bear our hearts in grief...
and our whole kingdom
to be contracted in
My Man Godfrey Script
Hello, Duke.
Hello, Mike.
Any luck today?
I figured out a swell racket,
and everything was going great
until the cops came along.
Too bad it didnt work.
If them cops would stick
to their own racket,
wed get somewhere
in this country...
without a lot of this
relief and all that stuff.
Mike, I wouldnt worry.
Prosperitys just around the corner.
Yeah. Its been there a long time.
THE THING
Screenplay by
Bill Lancaster
From the story "Who Goes There"
by Don A. Stuart
SECOND DRAFT
March 4, 1981
CAST
MACREADY 35. Helicopter pilot. Likes chess. Hates
the cold. The pay is good.
GARRY 46. The station manager. Stiff. Ex-army
officer. Wears a handgun.
CHILDS 33. Six-four. Two-fifty. Black. A
mechanic. Can be jolly. But dont mess.
BLAIR 50. Sensitive. Intelligent. Unassuming.
An a
This is Ash, mid twenties, square jaw firmly set and a pair of haunted eyes which dart about quickly in fear. Ash speaks to the CAMERA with urgency:
ASH
Why would you say that I am insane? I wouldnt say that Ive lost my mind simply because Ive heard the voices and seen the godless things moving in the woods. If anything, I think more clearly now than ever before. I know now that there is such a t
Note: Hows this for a change from the finished product?!? ... and NO mention of the powerful Opening Vistas! This is how the script begins ...
[FADE IN]
The screen is a microcosm of leaf, crystal drops of precipitation, a stone, emerald green moss. Its a landscape in miniature. We HEAR the forest. Some distant birds. Their sound seems to reverberate as if in a cavern. A piece of sunlight refracts
Last Night Script
[Telephone Ringing]
[Ringing Continues]
[Man On Answering Machine]
Hi. ltsme.
lm not here.
lf youre a friend
or someone who has loved me,
l want to thank you
for being apart of my life.
lfitsyou, Mom, lm coming.
lllbe there. Relax.
Heres the beep.
[Beep]
[Man]
Goodafternoon, Mr. Wheeler.
lm calling
from thegas company.
lhopeyoure doing well
andspending these finalhours
inpeace w